Diary of Being a Writer; Week 175

Personal stuff gets in the way of writery stuff, again.

Okay, some personal stuff happened, and once again, I did not do anything that I would call productive. Nothing that would further my dreams of being a published author of a series of urban fantasy books about a kick-arse Vampire who kills abusive men.
All because an abusive person has once more disrupted our lives. So annoying, but hey, it is what it is.
I have had to be kind to myself about the lack of progress and do what needed to be done to look after the psychological well-being of those in my care and myself.
And now here we are. With nothing to show for that past week but some therapy appointments and some very angry/stressed/scared/frustrated journalling from all of us.
However, today I have all the drive and hope that I will write something fun and enjoyable as opposed to the rather maudlin blog I just put up about how stressed I am. I published that because I feel mental health issues and abuse still need to be discussed, to be visible. I am sure part of why this person is so awful is because of her own experiences of abuse. No excuse for her perpetuating it, but still.
I have not heard anything back from the other literary agents, so it might be time to approach another round. So let’s put that on today’s list of things to do.
I would love to be able to write more here today. To…